Oh God…. My Shayla………..

my baby :(

bruh

me tryin to talk bob into letting me ride it until doomsday releases

i want need a loser boyfriend with a loser personality and niche interests

no thoughts…. i’m fucking dizzy

HOLY FUCK!!!!1!!!!!!!11!!!!!1

curly babyyyyyyy

the curls on this kid are insane

ever since you’d started working at dunder mifflin, you’d had a thing for jim.

maybe it was a competency thing. he was smart, like not just computer smart — but the way he spoke. it was always so witty, smooth, somehow managing to mask the fact you could tell he’d always been a dork with the fact he’s funny, attractive and tall.

you’d catch yourself staring at him from your reception desk. watching him sell paper to a customer on the phone, pushed out from his desk with long gangly limbs sticking out, stretched legs protruding from the smooth wooden workspace. he’d always catch you, and after a while you stopped minding — taking more than a second to tear your lustful gaze away as you’d twirl that pen with the pink fluffy lid round and round. jim would often blink unsurely like he wasn’t sure if he’d just hallucinated it, shaking himself out of it quickly before stumbling over his words and continuing his call. you enjoyed getting a reaction out of him.

because you were so sweet and shy, it took longer than necessary for the two of you to become a thing. it was only after he’d stood up for you to dwight after the tall farmer had been picking on you all day, that you’d made the brave move to kiss jim in the parking lot at the end of your shift. since then you’d only gotten more handsy.

“are you okay? got a real stare on you today. feel like you’re gonna laser me with your eyes.” jim banters as you stand beside him in the break room, watching his large hands punch in the numbers in the vending machine to the snack he wanted.

“just ovulating.” you sigh softly making him perform a subtle double take in your direction as he leans down to scoop up the snack that fell from the machine.

“you’re— oh! right. well that’s… great.”

“means i want you.” you pout, an impish and impatient furrow to your brow as you reach forward and cup the heavy bulge in his work pants making him instantly double over in surprise.

“wh— oh wow okay— hey, there are cameras everywhere. you do — you do remember that right?” he blinks at you urgently, removing your hands and you giggle giddily, enjoying winding jim up. he’s always sexier when he’s a little irritated anyway.

“jim.” you whine and he looks around with that worried frown before grabbing your hand and dragging you out the office to the direction of the warehouse.

“the warehouse?” you’re practically ecstatic. not only was he going along with your nympho attitude, but he wanted to fuck you somewhere so risky. it was so unlike him.

“no cameras and, it’s kinda what you deserve right now. can’t treat you respectfully if you don’t act it.” he shrugs a shoulder, taking advantage of the fact that all of the workers were on their break to guide you into a small nook right in the back. “this should be good enough.” he pats the walls enclosing you, not sturdy in the slightest and you’re instantly reaching for his belt.

you think he’s gonna be mean, but then again — it’s not really jim’s style, as irritated as he gets, he’s too vanilla to be mean at heart. the sandy haired man stops your grabby hands, pulling them gently to the side and giving you a faux-disapproving look, clucking his tongue and shaking his head as he closes in on you, beginning to work your skirt up to your waist.

“uh, i think you were the one that wanted something. ladies first.” he shovels his hand into your panties, cupping your heat as he leans in for a kiss but stops just infront of your lips so they’re grazing and your breath mingles. “you were sitting there at reception this wet?” he emphasises, pulling back half a centimetre to raise his eyebrows at you sympathetically and you nod, holding your breath. “sweetie!” he coos quietly, tilting his head like he’s about to slot his lips right up on yours, but they stay simply grazing eachother. “poor thing.” he teases, before the kiss commences, and those long fingers take a break from the keyboards to work on you instead.

helloooooooo.

💭: sucking rafe’s fingers and looking at him like ‘🥺’ while sitting on his lap and grinding on his hard on ♡ i can clearly picture him looking at me with his mouth slightly open and hazy eyes 💕

– 🪽 anon

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he can already feel the lace of your panties covering your cunt through his shorts when you straddle his lap, being all sweet on him. you’d just arrived at tannyhill, rafe having the house to himself for a while with sarah and wheezie gone and his dad off to another country on some business trip he wasn’t allowed in on.

“y’know we — we could be livin’ like this soon. i mean this place, all ours. my dads thinking of selling this place but what— what he doesn’t know is that m’gonna buy it off him if he does… so he might aswell just give it to me…” he rambles, intense gaze pinning you where you’re sat. you’re the only one who listens to his fanatical plans and believes them, because rafe always gets things done no matter what— he handled everything for you.

your eyes widen yourself, a smile on your face. “really?” you gleam, thighs tightening around his lower body in excitement and he nods, proud smile on his face.

“uh-huh. can start our life together baby, isn’t that —amazing? can have everything the way we want… n’no one’s gonna tell us we can’t…” he muses, the two of you feeding off eachothers happiness, a inkling of insanity and obsession burning in your subconsciouses. his smile melts into a collected smirk, hands squeezing your hips. “can be my little housewife when we get everything figured out… how ‘bout that?”

you suck on your bottom lip, pink hearts practically forming in your pupils as you nod eagerly, wanting to hear more. your hips twitch at the excitement and his cock jumps in his boxers beneath you. you always got eachother hyped up like this, like there was a surge of electricity that flowed through the two of you as one joint unit, travelling through where his hands touched your skin.

“oh you like that idea huh? lemme think, yeah— yeah i’ll get a big shiny rock on that lil’ finger. every girl this side o’the islands g’nna want your head for that, baby. yeah. have you waiting here for me all pretty in those little skirts you like, waitin’ for me to come home from doin’ business… take my suit off for me so i c’n fuck some cameron babies into you… want that with me don’t you, sweetheart?” his voice drops lower as he speaks, feeling the way you grind your cunt against his hardening cock. you’re hanging onto every word, brows furrowed— eyes locked on his. he can feel you panting, your hot breath washing over his own lips as he tilts his head, head leaning against the chair he’s sat on slightly.

“fuck, these pretty lips.” he gets distracted, eyes on your mouth as his hand comes up to drag a thumb along your bottom lip, smearing the gloss around and pulling the plumpness of it down to rub his thumb along the inside of the lip. muscle memory from his coke head days, surely.

your tongue peeks out as you whine, speeding up your movements as you shamelessly hump on him, tasting the salt of his skin off the pad of his coarse thumb. he slots it into your mouth and lets you suck before replacing the thumb with two of his fingers, practically stuffing them into your mouth making your eyes water and brows furrow at the intrusion.

he’s frowning a little in concentration as he watches you suck on them sweetly, grinding and fighting for his approval. “g’nna get that throat nice and ready for me soon. thats uh—” he chuckles to himself before he completes the sentence, knowing its crude. “thats one of your housewife duties, you know?” he grins toothily, eyes never leaving your mouth once.

he looks at you once he pulls the digits out, wiping them carelessly on your cheek as you whine, trembling as you feel your stomach start to tense. “really gonna cum on my pants aren’t you?” he drawls, shaking his head “all ‘cos i promised you that good life, huh. ‘least i know you’ll never leave me. like this shit too much, don’t you?” his voice drops to a low mumble only you could hear as he smushes your cheeks, bringing your lips to his just as you’re about to reach your peak. it sounds so degrading coming from him, but you couldn’t even argue. he was right.

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Me flirting: so is your bed comfy? Do you have nice blankets?